Free Being Green (Cyborg Sizzle Book 5) by Cynthia Sax Page A

need to contact his Shelby.
    Barrel glanced at Zip. The younger cyborg nodded and his friend sighed. “Then we take the logical approach. Cover our transmission trail, Zip, and hail this plant doctor.”
    Zip tapped on the console. “Green requesting that Doctor Shelby Cooper open hailing frequencies.”
    There was no response.
    “Green requesting that Doctor Shelby Cooper open hailing frequencies,” he repeated.
    She didn’t answer. They waited and waited and waited.
    Green grew alarmed. They normally communicated via written messages at this time each planet rotation. Where was she? “Force the hailing frequencies open.” They were cyborgs. They had that ability.
    Zip’s eyes widened. “She’d view that as aggression, as an attack upon her systems, upon her.”
    “I’ll deal with her reaction.” Her lack of response worried him more than breaking any hailing protocols. “She could be damaged, require fixing.”
    “The humans refer to the process as healing, not fixing.”
    “Her damage is none of our concern.” Barrel frowned.
    “She’s a female and the sole being on her planet capable of communication.” Green straightened in his seat. “How can we not investigate? We’re cyborgs, not selfish humans. We have a sense of honor and a duty to protect others.”
    Barrel’s jaw jutted. “Fraggin’ hole. How can I argue with that logic? Force the hailing frequencies open.”
    “Consider them open.” Zip’s eyes gleamed with the challenge of hacking into a new system.
    They watched him work.
    “She’s not your Shelby, Green.” Barrel shifted in his seat. “I process that you want a female of your own. We all do. But you can’t claim the first unattached female you contact.”
    Green said nothing. His emotions toward his Shelby weren’t logical. He processed that yet couldn’t deny them.
    “Rage bred with hundreds of human females before he met Joan. None of them were his female.” Barrel leaned forward. “You haven’t even seen this botanist. You might not be attracted to her.”
    “I’m attracted to her thought processes.”
    “You don’t have to stick your cock into her thought processes.” His friend shook his head. “Be cautious. Don’t form an attachment to her until you’re certain.”
    Green heard his concern but he didn’t know how to follow Barrel’s advice, how to combat the conviction deep in his cyborg heart that Shelby Cooper belonged to him.
    “Accessed.” Zip raised his arms in triumph. “And in record time. I am a deity, a cyborg without equal.” Humility wasn’t one of the young cyborg’s strengths.
    Green gazed at the main viewscreen. Cyber static snapped and sizzled. Forms appeared and disappeared, distorted by the feed. Was his Shelby one of those forms?
    Can our cyborg without equal clean the feed up? He asked through their private communications line, the need to see his female tremendous.
    I am a deity. I can do anything. Zip drummed his fingertips against the controls, his actions cyborg fast. The feed is scrambled at the source.
    His female must be tech inept. That pleased Green. He could share his knowledge of technology with her and she could share her knowledge of plants with him. They’d both grow as beings.
    The image stabilized. Leaves framed a view of what appeared to be his Shelby’s sleeping chamber. Plants covered every free space. A covering sheet draped over a mound on the sleeping support. Graphs decorated the white walls.
    Is she in the chamber? Barrel asked the question Green was thinking. The space was chaotic.
    “Doctor Shelby Cooper,” Green called.
    “What? Where?” The covering sheet was thrown back. A tanned leg appeared. It was attractively lush, tantalizingly full. “Stars.” A husky voice groaned and Green’s cock twitched to attention under his flight suit. “Now I’m dreaming of him, matching a sexy voice to his words.”
    Was she referring to his words? “You’re not dreaming, my Shelby.” It heated his circuits